The World

The World
the world has many places
Faces and different races.
It doesn't matter about the pigmentations of the skin or where you have been, some people get taught and some also thought, through the wars among the hills some came back and some never healed, but there is nothing wrong with skin colour on the battlefield.
Once we are home we are divided through colour and clothing we have yet again been lost sighted. People judged on the street not for there shoes but for there beliefs, I wish we can start up a system where everything is so bleak, I'm not normally the one for peaching but people really be out here bleaching, The World has come to a conclusion where the clothes you wear makes you different
The world is changing not for the best. there are people dying, young coloured males who are not thriving as they are all not surviving
Who says your skin colour picks your fate it shouldn't because everyone has a story that they can relate.
There are too many racists to count on my fingers . The police have killed many brothers and sisters
We are a nation. We are Equal, We are the gods people,

The World poem by-
James Michael